Chloe Lamb Lesbian Novels & Stories

Liam’s voice crackled through the speaker, raw and desperate, a far cry from his usual composed self. "Chloe, I know it's you. Please... can you come out and meet me? I have so much I need to tell you." Xavier’s obsidian eyes remained fixed on Chloe, searching for even a flicker of hesitation. Chloe stared back, her mind racing. It was clear now—Liam knew. He knew she had married the "Demon CEO."

Chloe says, and I nod enthusiastically. Chloe's cheeks flush pink, and she licks her lips. A look of discomfort passes over her face before she begins. "Okay, well, all the females you... entertain. That stops now. I'm not going to be the mate that gets cheated on and made a fool of. I am a good she-wolf. I expect my mate to be loyal. And if you can't, then I will be returning to Outcast to find a mate that can be," Chloe says sternly, and I smile.

her hand comes up to my head, sinking between my thick strands while I close my eyes, enjoying the kiss. I pulled back quickly, my breath coming out in short bursts. Chloe's hand is still in my hair and I tug it out. “Chloe I know you're a lesbian, but I am not like that,”I said. Her face feels slightly, but she is quick at hiding it. “That's okay. It was still a decent kiss,” she grinned, settling back on her side of the couch. “I don't know about decent,” I highlighted, wanting to ease away the awkwardness of what just happened. “Let's just be friends that hang out with each other more, okay?”

“There are too many instances where curiosity killed the cat, hence I’m not interested to probe into other’s matters. However, if you are willing to disclose your secret, then I will lend you my ears.” Chloe was startled by her disinterest and indifference as she had never met anyone like her who was aloof from material pursuits and worldly interests. After a moment of pause, Chloe decided to reveal her purpose of coming all the way here. She passed her name card over to the landlady and started her introduction, “Let me start with introducing myself. My name is Chloe Crowther, and I’m the hotel manager for Grandex Hotel under Clifford Group.” As soon as the landlady heard the word ‘ Cliffor

I wanted to lie back. Chloe narrowed her eyes. “Are you mute?” I stared back at her. Her lips curled into a sneer. “Do you even know who I am?” I didn’t, and I didn’t care. But she clearly expected an answer, so I blinked once in response. Her eyes darkened. “I’m Chloe Harper, the soon-to-be Luna of this pack. And I can have you thrown out of this pack with a single word.” I lifted an eyebrow at that, but said nothing. She thought that was a threat. But being thrown out of here sounded more like a solution.

Sitting beside me is my best and only girl friend, Chloe. Charlotte Loise, also known as Chloe, is the daughter of one of the most famous fashion designers in the world. I want to emphasize that Chloe is the hottest and most beautiful girl in this school. She is charismatic, charming, talented, care free and very fashionable. No wonder every guy in our school wants to date her, not to mention the models and celebrities outside the premise.

he thought. Suddenly, Chloe stopped mid-sentence. "I need a volunteer for a live demonstration." Before Fabian could even react, the girl's gaze locked onto the man standing next to him—Alpha Lorenzo. Fabian's eyes nearly popped out. "Is she insane? Does she have any idea what happens when she messes with a top-tier Alpha?" "Uh, maybe pick someone..." Fabian tried to step in front of the lethal predator to block her view. Before he could finish the word "else," Chloe had already walked up to Lorenzo.

Chloe was inside, still in her cum-soaked shorts—fingers lazily circling her clit, eyes half-lidded. She looked up and saw Lauren standing there. Neither spoke. Chloe just smiled—slow, filthy—and spread her legs wider.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

Chloe smirked, crossing her arms as she watched Liam spew his venom, fully believing they had won the psychological warfare. "You've lost your tongue, haven't you?" Chloe sneered, stepping up right beside Liam. She tossed her hair back, a nasty, triumphant grin plastered across her face as she looked Elena up and down. "No wonder Liam left you. Just a cheap slut." The words had barely left Chloe's mouth when Tinsley’s face contorted into pure, lethal fury. "You miserable little bitch," Tinsley hissed, completely snapping.